we all know that, at all costs, we must unload #1 periodically when drinking.

but we always try to avoid unloading #2, especially at parties.

Well shiz-NIT, tonight I had to go. When you gotta go you gotta go. They only had one bathroom. Darn.

People kept knocking on it while I was in their trying to do my thang. Understandable, cuz yo, when you gotta go, you gotta go.

But this was a messy one. Nothing absurd, but defintiely required quite a few wads and two preliminary flushes. Luckily, there was cologne in the cabinet, so I didn't have to be embarassed by the smell. I came out smelling like I had just shat roses.

Serious. There was a lizard inside my bathroom sacle. Now, when I am taking a mean fade beer whiz and I see that, it's pretty odd... but I've seen way weirder. So I step on the scale a few times and the liz shakes out underneath the inside scale deal. I wake up the next morning and it's back. I hit the scale for funs and dude doesn't shake. Dead. Came home today, fool is goner.

I have a picture, took it on the phone. Will try and post it. I laughed, but then again, one thing I hate is dead lizards inside scales. That just chaps my back-end.

Dude, a few years out of the high school me and DFP used to crash little lame high school parties. One of them had some militant marines chilling. There was this bonfire and hella booze later, one of my best friends Doc was punching the bonfire and about to go prize fightign in Mexico. Suffice to say, the later didn't happen. But there was fire punching. Then we stole booze and got a hobo to buy beer for us. Oh yeah.